There's a place way down in Bed-Stuy
Where a boy lives behind bricks
He's got an eye for girls in eighteen
And he turns them out like tricks
I went down to a place in Bed-Stuy
A little liquor on my lips
I let him climb inside my body
And held him captive in my kiss
And there's a storm you're starting now
And there's a storm you're starting now
And there's a storm you're starting
I'm the laundry rush, I'm the long night stand
Don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man
I'm the violence and the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane
I'm a hurricane
I'm a hurricane
I went down to a place in Brooklyn
Where he tripped on LSD
And I found myself a monster
He's running deep and knows it all
He's got me Hawkeyes in pink
And I know I am till daybreak
I rub the haze all around

But my life is a mess
And that's how I walk in my sleep
With theلمian
I'm not sick of kicking
I'm not sick of kicking
I'm not sick of kicking
I'm not sick of kicking
I'm not sick of kicking
I'm not sick of kicking